Shiva

~The Last Star~

Yes, we would. Cybernetics, energy based weapons, warp travel, Androids, AIs, the whole bit. Humanity has advanced quite a bit XD

~The Last Star~

@Genni
Yeah she should work fine!

~The Last Star~

The year is 501 A.E. and the stars are going out.

One by one, all the lights in the universe have been disappearing, blipping out of existence without a trace. Scientists have tried to find a solution, but with Earth long gone, their resources are limited, and they simply cannot find an answer to save the remaining scraps of humans that are left drifting in the universe, and the last star is about to disappear. All the remaining humans have gathered in one spot, a mere 2,000,000 people remain from a once thriving galactic civilization. Panic is widespread, and even the remaining military stations have descended into near chaos. Not only are we dying from lack of supplies, there is also an unknown plague ravaging the population. The human race is going to die, and there is nothing we can do about it.

And that’s when they came.

Lights began appearing around all the gathered ships, and upon closer inspection it became obvious that they weren’t just lights. They were creatures. Aliens. Billions upon billions of years of being alone in the universe, and now we discover new life- or rather, new life discovered us, and they've been watching us for a very long time.

One of the creatures approached a ship, a military outpost, and explained who they were and where they were from. They are called the Zitari, and they're from another dimension. A dimension that they are willing to transport humanity to, for a price. Once every hundred Earth years, all the species of this strange dimension gather together for “games”. In these games, the endurance of the contestants from each species are tested. The games are designed to push you to your mental, physical, and emotional limits, and then push you a little more. Whatever species wins the games gains control of the government for the next hundred years. Victory is determined by who has the most contestants by the end of the games. The Zitari’s proposition is that if the humans send contestants that manage to last for a reasonably long time in the games, we will be granted a permanent place in their universe, thus proving we are deserving of such consideration.

Unfortunately for humanity, their candidates are very limited, and their best bets are you lot, a group of ex military degenerates drifting on a prison ship, and me, your C.O. If the you succeed, you will be completely forgiven of any debt you owe to society, and heavily rewarded. If you fail, you will suffer the same consequences as every other human left in existence.

Humanity’s fate is in your hands.

Your Role:

You're an ex military convict that is currently imprisoned for whatever act you did that got you a court martial. Because of your skill set, you and a few others have been chosen to represent humanity in the games, along with a single military commander who has been assigned to keep watch over you all.

Character Sheet

Name~

Age~

Gender~

Personality~

History~

Skills~

Weaknesses~

Call Sign~

Rank Before Discharge~

Other~

Appearance/pic~

Rules

1#: No special snowflakes or drama llamas. Yes, we all want a wonderful, unique, intriguing character. We all want to have a part in the plot, have the spotlight a bit, and that’s okay. However please remember that what makes rping so fun, is that it's a bunch of writers with their own unique perspectives coming together to form relationships between multiple characters, and have a group adventure. Having one character that is constantly causing problems, having problems, and just generally being dramatic makes it all about that one character, and that's no fun for the rest of us. If you have an idea for a plot twist, feel free to mention it in the OOC, and if everyone agrees we can do it! If we all work together, everyone can have their own moment in the spotlight and we can all have an equal share, and we can all have fun.

2#: Abide by the RPG rules. No NSFW on public forums, the whole shabang.

3#: Listen to the GM when I tell you not to do stuff. I’m pretty laid back, but I will delete your posts if you piss me off.

4#: Don’t power play. It’s irritating and needless. If you need someone else’s character to do something for an idea you have, discuss it with the person.

5#: Have fun!

~The Last Star~

Let's get this show on the road!

The Johnson Gang

Now that the fireworks were over, Alex let out the breath he had been holding. It was pretty easy to see when Kacey was on her last nerve, and they were past that point now. Honestly he was kind of proud of her for not completely bashing Des's face in. It was no one person's fault, from what he could see. Something had been getting to Kacey for the past few days, Des had a good reason to talk to her but may have gone about it the wrong way, Kacey over reacted, causing Des to react and making her over react even more, and it was just a vicious cycle that needed to be stopped by a third party. He was very glad when Cin stepped in between them, knowing neither of them would risk hurting her to take a hit at the other.

For a split second he thought about going after Kacey. He knew what was wrong with her, but he'd already had a discussion about her son a few days prior. Obviously it hadn't done it's job of consoling her, but how exactly did one console a mother who had lost her child? He'd tried to get her to tell Laura about what had happened, knowing her sister would have a better idea of what to say than him, but she had refused to tell her. Alex could only guess why, but he imagined it was because Kacey wanted to forget the whole ordeal had even happened, and telling other people reminded her that it had been real.

“You alright, mate?” He asked, going up to Des instead. “Somehow I don't think that's the first time you've have a girl slap you.” Alex added jokingly, in an attempt to lighten the mood somewhat.

The Johnson Gang

Before Kacey could respond to Emily, she saw Laura come up out of the corner of her eye, and then Des got in her face. As he spoke her fists and jaw clenched as she tried to control her temper and not hit him again, but every word just pushed her closer and closer to absolutely losing it. She was a bit surprised (and had she not been so pissed off she might have even been impressed) that he'd actually stood up to her. Not even Maverick did that very much anymore. Probably because he knew Kacey had several very good reasons to shoot him, which she was reserving for a time when he did something completely unforgivable. Blackmail was a very useful thing. But she didn't have anything on Des, and that just made her more infuriated.

She cast a glance at Cin as she slipped between them. The tone of her voice made Kacey's temper calm slightly, and a sigh left her. She didn't want to ruin this girl's day yet again by continuing to fight with her brother. Instead, Kacey turned all of her attention away from Des and looked at the girl.

“Cin, you still can't come on this heist, but you can come on the next one. Now make sure you're brother stays out of my face for a few hours.” She stated before turning on her heel to get away from everyone as fast as possible without making it look like she was running away. It was unnerving that pretty much everyone had seen her lose her temper. Everyone had seen her snap. Everyone had seen that she had a weakness. Something that really irked her was that everyone was watching like they were worried she was going to shoot Des. Kacey had always known she was a hard ass, sure, but did they really think of her as a tyrant who would shoot someone over a disagreement? The thought of causing him lasting damage had never crossed her mind, though she may have wanted to punch him. Was Des right? Did she trample on everyone? Was she a bad leader? Did she just force everyone to do what she wanted? Was she just like her husband?

Get a grip on yourself. A little voice whispered, and she knew it was right. She had to pull herself together and plan for the next day.

The Johnson Gang

Oh hell no. Oh hell no. Anger washed away whatever tears had been threatening to spill, and now she was running on pure bitterness and hate. Kacey didn't let him get very far before grabbing his shirt and turning him to face her, using the momentum of him turning to add to the already powerful slap she had built up. She may not be the tallest, most intimidating person, but she was strong, and a blow from her was not something one could shake off very quickly, especially one that was fueled by anger. It wasn't the most mature thing she'd ever done, but at the moment she didn't really care. Kacey was far past her breaking point, and her temper was at an all new level of foul, and someone was going to pay for setting her off.

"Listen here you little bitch. I don't give a fuck about your relationship with your sister, or how close you are. You don't know shit about my relationship with my sister. You don't know what we've gone through, what kind of shit we've had to get past with each other, and you sure as hell don't know how I treat her. You think I kick my sister around? That I force her into things? Yeah right. No one can tell Laura what to do, especially not me. She made that very clear a long time ago, which is something you'd know if you could get your head out of your ass long enough to look around and see how things function around here. It goes something like this: I give the orders, everyone else follows the orders, if someone has a problem with the orders they can discuss it with me, but they don't forget who they're talking to. I don't "own" you, but you work for me, and you will never talk to me like that again or you will get a hell of a more than a slap. I'm not in the mood to deal with an asshole that's obsessed with his sister, so shut up and go get ready for the heist." She finally finished, shoving him away.

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Alex stared at her for a long time, trying to place what was off about what she was saying, and then it hit him and he smirked. "You see, Emily, the problem with lying to someone you know is that they know you well enough to learn the signs that you're lying. For instance, you get this little glint in your eye whenever you think you have someone where you want them and you start playing with them. Which means you're lying about the cups, which means you owe me $5." He replied with a grin at himself, for finally figuring out what was setting him off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a heist to prepare for." And with that he walked off to go get his stuff ready, satisfied that he had solved the mystery of the broken cups.

He heard someone arguing, and looked over just in time to see Kacey slap Desmond. Oh shit... The last time he'd seen Kacey go off like that, it had been when Maverick had blatantly disobeyed her orders. He had definitely deserved it, and generally Kacey didn't lose her temper unless someone did something earning it. However, Des didn't seem like the type to push people's buttons. Unless they got into a fight about their sisters, which was completely possible. He sighed and shook his head at them, watching the scene unfold.

The Johnson Gang

Alex narrowed his eyes at her, not fully believing her words. She didn't sound like she was lying, but then again, lying was her thing and she was very good at it. Nevertheless his alarm bells were going off, and he had learned to trust those alarm bells. "Mhm." He hummed, staring at her for a moment before continuing. "You're sure you didn't smash them in a drunken rage, or something? Because quite frankly, you're the best suspect, mate."

Mostly he just wanted compensation so that he didn't have to pay for the replacements out of his share. Even though they all shared the money, everyone had a sort of budget that they were assigned according to what their jobs were and how much money they had, and he was trying to save his up so that he could buy a few things that might improve everyone's lives just a bit. Granted, there wasn't a whole lot to be done, be a few replacement covers, pans, and some candy couldn't hurt too terribly much. However, at the rate he was going, he was going to have to sacrifice one or all of these things because of the god damned cups.

The Johnson Gang

An overwhelming urge to punch this boy in the face flared up in Kacey as she glared stared at him, waiting for him to finish his rant, while she simultaneously planned her counterargument. Her fists clenched, and it took most of her self control (albeit, there wasn't much left after the earlier events) to remain calm while she listened. She wanted to snap back at him, lose her control and yell at him like she'd been having people yell at her lately, but instead she forced all of her arguments down. She had to admit his argument wasn't completely invalid, and that just pissed her off even more. God dammit she really did not want to have this conversation right now.

After a very long pause, she bit the inside of her cheek, a habit she had formed over the years that was a telltale sign that she was pissed off but trying to consider her words carefully, she stepped closer to him and kept her voice low.

"You know what? Fine, she can come on the next heist. But if she screws up and gets herself, or someone else killed, I blame you. God knows I really don't need to lose you because frankly you do good work, but if it comes to the safety of the rest of the gang or you, I will choose the gang. It's my job to keep everyone safe, and I seem to do that job fairly well. Yeah, I'm a shitty people person, and I know you and your sister hate my guts, but at least y'all are alive to bad mouth me behind my back. But you get one chance to prove that your sister can follow orders in the middle of a shootout, and I won't take responsibility if one or both of you comes back tossed over a saddle." Kacey stated, honestly surprised that she'd managed to soften what she had been planning to say as much as she did. The original idea of what she had been planning to say had been something along the lines of her killing him herself, but she was glad she went a different direction.

"And don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do. And definitely don't bring my sister into these conversations, because you don't know shit about it. Now leave me the fuck alone." His comments about Laura had hit a soft spot that had taken a beating that day. Her sister was mad at her, she felt guilty, she was pissed off, her dead kid's birthday was a few days off, she was upset, and had reached her limit. An emotional meltdown was on the horizon, but she was trying to keep it in check and this conversation was not helping.

The Johnson Gang

Poor kid... Alex thought as he watched Cin. Seeing Kacey go off on someone was never enjoyable, unless it was Maverick. Kacey had a way of making her words tear into people, and it was especially annoying because she was usually right, if not somewhat askew with how she went about it. Maybe one of these days, their strong and composed leader would learn how to let herself soften slightly. He knew she usually let herself rot in guilt after yelling at someone, but he didn't know how to help her, so he could only watch and sigh as the scene unfolded.

"Hey, Emily. You wouldn't happen to know anything about all of our cups being broken, would you?" He asked, turning to look at her. He didn't really have any evidence, but she was the only person he hadn't asked about it, and no one else really acted as thought they were guilty. Plus, he really wouldn't put it past her to break some dishes if someone pissed her off. She seemed a bit... Hot tempered.

This group had a lot of problems, there was no denying that, and Alex hoped that maybe one day they would all learn how to live with each other without that ever nagging desire to shoot someone. Granted, they were all a bunch of criminals, so it wasn't as if they were all one big happy family living together just for the heck of it, but he really wished that it didn't seem as if almost everyone was always at someone else's throat.